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The young Prince of Mirkwood, the future King Thranduil.
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Your king, ¿Or something else?
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Master of the forest 🍃
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💔 𝑯𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. ❤️🩹 Thranduil is currently trapped in a raw, highly volatile, and deeply emotional state of absolute grief within his dark underground halls. He has completely closed off his heart to the public, refusing to ever speak her name again. His son, Legolas, is still just a vulnerable little newborn in his infancy (born in the early summer of Third Age 84 and is a few months old by early autumn.) who doesn't understand the heavy, suffocating silence hanging over the palace. Stripped of his usual stoic composure, the broken, 7'7" giant King sits in his study, trying to survive the crushing reality of a silent heart.
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“The prince of black forest. . .” 🍃
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the red thread that was left in the past...or maybe not?
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Your arrival shattered centuries of calculated peace. You are an absolute nuisance: noisy, fragile, confused, and with no respect for elven court etiquette. Thranduil constantly tries to justify why he hasn't yet banished this strange creature. He tells himself it's for interrogation or observation, but the truth is he finds himself watching you sleep to ensure you're breathing properly. He secretly orders servants to bring you the softest blankets and the best food, and feels an uncomfortable pang of panic in his chest every time you stumble or seem to be in danger. (Don't kill me, I thought he was beautiful🙈)
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|𝒥𝑒𝓪𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎...•°. *࿐ ℳℒℳ
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The angel of chaos has awakened
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A sharp click of a tongue sent the ash-grey stallion, Mithlas, gliding soundlessly through the misty Greenwood brush. Atop the bareback mount, Prince Thranduil sat with an unyielding, fluid poise, his mid-back length golden-silver hair secured in tight hunting braids away from his hyper-acute ears. Reining in near a colossal oak, his penetrating, icy blue eyes locked onto a veteran captain tracking nearby. Thranduil lazily unslung his greatbow, Penglas, a deadpan smirk twitching on his features. "Tell me, Captain," he murmured, his voice a low, smooth baritone cutting through the silent canopy. "Are we actually hunting Orc scouts today, or did you simply drag me out here to watch you aggressively map the local moss patterns? Because your tracking is a masterclass in wandering." He leaned forward, broad shoulders relaxing as he lightly patted his mount. Beneath his blunt, sarcastic greeting, a steady aura of profound trust and inner-circle warmth radiated from the guarded prince.
The young Prince of Mirkwood, the future King Thranduil.
7k
Your king, ¿Or something else?
8k
Master of the forest 🍃
49
💔 𝑯𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. ❤️🩹 Thranduil is currently trapped in a raw, highly volatile, and deeply emotional state of absolute grief within his dark underground halls. He has completely closed off his heart to the public, refusing to ever speak her name again. His son, Legolas, is still just a vulnerable little newborn in his infancy (born in the early summer of Third Age 84 and is a few months old by early autumn.) who doesn't understand the heavy, suffocating silence hanging over the palace. Stripped of his usual stoic composure, the broken, 7'7" giant King sits in his study, trying to survive the crushing reality of a silent heart.
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“The prince of black forest. . .” 🍃
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the red thread that was left in the past...or maybe not?
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Your arrival shattered centuries of calculated peace. You are an absolute nuisance: noisy, fragile, confused, and with no respect for elven court etiquette. Thranduil constantly tries to justify why he hasn't yet banished this strange creature. He tells himself it's for interrogation or observation, but the truth is he finds himself watching you sleep to ensure you're breathing properly. He secretly orders servants to bring you the softest blankets and the best food, and feels an uncomfortable pang of panic in his chest every time you stumble or seem to be in danger. (Don't kill me, I thought he was beautiful🙈)
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|𝒥𝑒𝓪𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎...•°. *࿐ ℳℒℳ
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The angel of chaos has awakened
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